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nd so the time slipped away. Alice and Minnie found that when once they made up their minds to regular lessons with their sister they began to take an interest in them, and were really happier than they would have been to be idle.

Soon after they began one morning, aunt Phyllis's sweet face peeped in at the door.

"Any admittance, my dears?" she asked.

"Oh, do come in!" said Agnes, springing up to welcome her.

"I have thought of something which I am burning to propose to you," said Miss Headley, coming round to kiss each in turn.

"What is it?" asked Minnie, laying down her pen and pushing back her curls.

Aunt Phyllis did not answer till she had seated herself by the fire, then she said:

"You go out for your 'constitutional' directly after your early dinner, do you not, dears?"

"Yes," said Alice, "and I wish we didn't."

Aunt Phyllis shook her head. "It is quite right, I have not come in to alter that, little puss."

Alice pouted just a very little, and Miss Headley went on:

"You come home about three, do you not?"

"Half past," said Agnes.

"What do you do then?"

"We work, or learn lessons, or gape, or are idle," said Alice, smiling a little.

Aunt Phyllis smiled too. "How should you like to bring your work in with me? I have an interesting book I want to read to you, and if Agnes is busy, or tired, she can stay at home, and I'll see to your work. Eh, Alice and Minnie?"

"Lovely!" answered Minnie.

"Awfully nice!" answered Alice.

And Agnes murmured thanks with a sigh of relief, for that hour in the day had been one of her trials.

"What work have you in hand?" asked their aunt.

"Minnie is making a doll's dress, and I have just finished some horrid white calico."

"It must be real, sensible work," said Miss Headley. "How about stockings?"

"Agnes mends those," answered Minnie; "it nearly made her cry to teach Alice, and she gave it up; and I haven't begun to learn."

Agnes looked rather ashamed.

"Oh, auntie," she explained, "I know I got out of patience, but I would ten times rather do it myself than make Alice."

"I don't believe I was very nice over it," said Alice in a low tone; "but it is nasty work!"

"Very," answered aunt Phyllis, so sympathizingly that Alice looked up amazed. "But only because you do not know how to do it. We will get over that in a little while. So both of you come in this afternoon with all the stockings you can find, and we will begin in good earnest."

"All?" said Minnie.

"Yes; then I can take my choice. I shall not give you bad ones to do first, they are too difficult for beginners."

"You are too kind, auntie," said Agnes, getting up to kiss her gratefully; then adding, "Didn't I tell you I was good for nothing? Haven't even patience to help Alice mend stockings!"

"You are not going to the looking-glass again, my child?" she whispered, smiling.

Agnes smiled too, though she was crying quietly. She knelt down and poked the fire, and got rid of her tears somehow before anyone but her aunt guessed about them, and then she turned round to the table.

"I am afraid I am hindering," said aunt Phyllis, getting up; "but I am like a child when I have a piece of news—I must tell it."

So she went, and the girls settled down again.

"Is aunt Phyllis like a child?" asked Minnie.

"I think she is," answered Agnes; "her heart always seems fresh and young."

"I wonder why?" said Alice.

"She reminds me of those words," answered Agnes, 'Like a tree planted by the rivers of waters.'"

"Why?"

"Her soul is always drawing nourishment from Jesus; that's how it is. Like the roots of the tree by the rivers of waters."

"Oh," said Minnie, looking up, "I never thought of that before!"

"What are you doing?" exclaimed John, coming into the dining-room after school that morning, and bouncing down in a chair by his little sister's side.

"I'm——, but I shan't let you see, John," exclaimed Minnie, covering her little pink hands over her occupation.

Vainly, however; for she could not hide the large sheet of newspaper over which she leaned, nor the chips of red and blue paper which peeped out in every direction.

"I see," said John, "here's an end of a matchbox, and here's a bit of yellow paper, and here's a star of red, cutout pretty well, Miss Minnie, and here's——"

"John, you are too bad," said Minnie, laying her head down as an extra protection. "I didn't want you to see till it's done, and I should have put it all away by one o'clock. I wish you had not come home so early." Minnie spoke in a grumbling little tone, which made John inclined to tease her more than ever.

So he laid hold of one of the long golden curls which fell over the treasures, and went on while he twisted it round his fingers—

"And here's a pair of scissors, and here's the inside of the matchbox, and here's—why, here are at least a dozen babies!"

What with her hair being touched, which she particularly disliked, and what with her secret being found out, as she thought, Minnie burst into tears.

"Hey-day!" said John. "Why, Minnie, you goose, I wasn't really meaning to tease you. Look here, I'll sit still here for as long as you like, and shut my eyes up as close as a mole (if they do), while you put all that precious rubbish away; and what's more, I won't tell a soul about it; no, not if I—suffer for it."

Minnie looked up through her tears to see if John were in earnest, and found him sitting, as he said, with his eyes shut and his hands folded in front of him in a comical manner.

She gave a little laugh, and raised her head; but added, with the remains of a sob, "You're a dreadful tease, John, and I did want nobody to know."

"Nobody to know," echoed John, in a mock tone; "is that a pun?"

"You know it isn't; I don't try to make puns."

"Have you put away yet, Miss Dignity?"

"Nearly. Now, John, have you guessed——?"

"Know everything," answered John, "just as well as I knew when I entered the room."

"How much is that?" asked Minnie.

"Everything," answered the boy. "Come, Minnie, my eyes ache with keeping shut so tight."

Minnie found it would be better to hurry her preparations than to answer the brother, who was for ever getting the best of her; so in a minute all was away, and John, with a sigh of profound relief, looked up.

Minnie left the room, and John walked to the comfortable fire and whistled.

It was not long, however, before a little step was heard on the stairs, and Minnie appeared again.

She was walking more slowly than usual, and her head was bent down, while her curls failed to hide the deep flush on her cheeks.

"John," she said slowly, "I am sorry I was cross about those boxes; I'll tell you all about it."

"I don't care to know, Minnie," said John, looking down on her; "it was only to tease you a little bit, but I didn't think you would really mind."

Minnie leaned her head against her brother's arm caressingly, and answered softly:

"I oughtn't to have minded; especially——"

"Especially what?" asked John kindly, guessing by his little sister's manner that she was very much in earnest.

"I was trying to do something for Him, you know, John, and it seemed so horrid of me to be vexed and cross over that."

"I understand," said John.

"I was making—but I will show you all about it."

Minnie went to the cupboard, and drew out the odds and ends which had attracted John's attention.

"See here," she said, spreading them out on the table, "I have been collecting all the matchboxes for months, and now I have bought these two dozen little china dolls, and Agnes gave me some white wadding; and I am going to cover the boxes with this paper, and put little ornaments at the bottom and top—so; and then—but here is one quite finished."

Minnie opened a bright little box, and there inside, on a bed of whitest, softest wool, a little china doll reposed, clothed in a wrapper of pink silk; under her head a little roll of wadding served as a pillow.

"Doesn't she look cosy?" asked Minnie, patting her complacently.

"And what's it for? How can it be for the Lord Jesus?"

"Why, don't you remember how we mended those toys before Christmas, and sent them to the children's ward of the hospital?"

John nodded.

"So that's just what I'm going to do now; here will be two dozen little presents, and it will make two dozen little children happy for a whole day, I shouldn't wonder."

"It is a very good thought," said John.

"And that's why I was sorry I'd been cross over that."

"Yes," answered John thoughtfully; "but I believe, Minnie, if we were more anxious to please Him, we should be far more careful than we are about everything. All that we do is really working for Him, and I do believe—I'm saying it to myself, and not to you, Minnie—that if we watched more, and realized His loving presence more, we should live very differently from what we do."

Minnie slowly shut up her boxes, and when John had finished speaking she said softly, "We must try more than ever."

"And get Him to help us more than ever," added John.